Razor Blade Romance Novels & Stories

Liam had escaped, but he was wounded and alone in a world that was now his enemy. The wound on Liam's arm was a gruesome sight. The jagged edges of the blade had torn through his flesh, leaving a gaping gash that oozed crimson blood. The injury was deep, almost to the bone, and the blood flowed freely from the wound, forming a crimson pool on the cold, stone floor.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Sebastian handed Dante back his phone and offered to drive him home. "Thank you." The drive was silent. Dante sat sideways in the front seat, facing the window to avoid Sebastian's eyes. He suddenly remembered his gunshot wound. He turned to him. "Is your wound now okay?" "Thanks to you, doctor." "You're welcome." Sebastian focused on driving once again. Dante got bored of staring the the view outside. He turned his gaze to Sebastian. He got a good view of his face. Dante got lost in admiring Sebastian's face. From his doe eyes, to his high nose bridge and heart shaped plump lips, it mesmerized Dante. He's never seen a skin so flawless and jaw so chiseled. He felt like pushing his fingers in

I said. ‎ ‎Rizzo obeyed without hesitation, placing the blade in my hand. Its steel glimmered faintly in the dim light. I turned it, admiring how it caught the reflection of my amber wolf eyes. ‎ ‎I moved closer until she could feel my breath on her face. Then, without warning, I pressed the blade against her arm and dragged it slowly. Her scream split the silence, echoing off the walls. Blood spilled, hot and red, down her skin. ‎

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

I gasp at the stretch. He starts fucking me—long, deep strokes that make my eyes roll back. Then the blade returns, cool metal pressing over my heart. The first cut is sharp. Pain blooms instantly, bright and blinding, mixing with the devastating pleasure of his cock slamming into me. I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. He grunts with every thrust, hips snapping harder as he slowly carves his initial, an R, into my skin right above my heart.

She was completely naked, her dark hair wild around her shoulders. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she sank down onto him. Blade’s cock was long and brutally hard, stretching her visibly with every downward motion. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her. Tanya’s breasts bounced with each thrust. She rubbed them together wantonly, pinching her own nipples as she moaned loudly. “Yes… just like that,” Tanya gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. “Fill me, Blade. Make me your Luna.” Blade’s gray eyes were half-lidded, his jaw tight. He thrust up into her harder, the wet sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the room.

It was a long, very sharp razor that he loved. The omega reached out his trembling hand and grasped it between his fingers. Wouldn't it be easier if he just disappeared? The pain would no longer be in his chest. He wouldn't have to think about his destined mate, when he loved someone else. She would no longer have to think about anything. He gently opened the razor pulling the long, silver blade from its sheath. He swallowed hard. It was so beautiful. The edge looked so thin that he would surely barely feel it when it cut into his skin.

The male lead was deeply in love with the female lead. He didn't want to hurt her because of him. Of course, the whole ending was good. With the female lead's efforts since she was so reluctant, she finally got together with the male lead. The ending was very light and romantic. The male lead proposed a marriage to the female lead in a restaurant. He put the ring in a dessert in an old-fashioned way. The female lead was late coming. When she saw the ring, the male lead came over and knelt on one knee.

The blade glowed with a lethal light, charged with our combined power. Rider Storm’s eyes widened as we approached, the realization of his impending doom dawning on him. “No!” he roared, but it was too late. With a swift, powerful strike, I plunged the blade into his heart. A blinding light erupted from the wound, and Rider Storm let out a final, anguished scream before crumbling to the ground. The silence that followed was deafening. The rogues, sensing their leader’s defeat, scattered into the night. We stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, panting and bloodied but victorious.